I understand." "All right, then.

A fortnight from today, report to me here.

And mind you, have something to report, or--!" "Yes, sir." "Very well! Now, go!" Thus dismissed, Herzog gathered together his books and papers, blinked a moment with those peculiar wall-eyes of his, arose and, bowing first to Flint and then to the keenly-watching Waldron, backed out of the office.
When the door had closed behind him, Flint turned to his partner with a nervous laugh.
"That's the way to get results, eh ?" he exclaimed.

"No dilly-dallying and no soft soap; but just lay the lash right on, hard--they jump then, the vermin! Results! That fellow will work his head off, the next two weeks; and there'll be something doing when he comes again.

You'll see!" Waldron laughed nonchalantly.